shopping

So these few days the housemate and I have been doing a fair bit of shopping for stuff to bring to Scotland, and getting a little broke along the way.

I have been looking in many places for the best deal I can get for 2 skincare items I absolutely can't do without: Za T-zone cleanser and Za Metavoltage cream. You see, my face is the annoying type which gets blackheads and whiteheads all over, unlike most people who only have them confined to the nose and chin. So every week or so, these two products help me to clear up my skin so I won't look like I stuck a porcupine on my face when I walk out the door.

ie, I will DIE if I don't have these two products with me. Really.

But the thing is, these are considered as whitening products.
And as everyone knows, angmohs aren't exactly the most avid fans of whitening, unlike us poor asians borned with tanned skin.
So I am fully expecting scotland NOT to have these two skincare items in their stores.
Which means I have to stock up a shitload of these before I leave.

That is why I have been looking around for the best deal in town for them.
Because, you see, for some unknown reason, the prices of these items can vary quite much from store to store. Well this mainly applies to the T-zone cleanser....

Watson's #1: RM 23.90
Guardian #1: RM 27.90
Watson's #2: RM19.88 (promotion price!)

*at this point, it would make sense to get the 19.88 one right? but I do remember there was a time when 2 bottles of Tzone cost RM30, which was a better deal. so I passed on the 19.88 in search for greener pastures...*

Guardian #2: RM 24.90
Watson's #3: No stock!!!

*so at this point I was regretting my decision to not get the 19.88 one. but too late liao....*

.......
Guardian #3: RM 19.88!!

And so I snapped up 2 bottles of the 19.88 T-zone.
Although there was a part of my mind still pining for the RM30-for-two-bottles deal, I guessed that 19.88 would perhaps be the best price I can get for now.


And then, I had an A-HA! moment.

Isn't this exactly like looking for a boyfriend? Or husband?

Throughout the years, you have seen good deals and even better ones around you.
And you know you have to get one of them.
But the question is, which one?

(okay, I know there is also the option of NOT getting one, but for clarification's sake do please bear with me and assume that we HAVE to have a boyfriend/husband. ok?)

So you shop around (well, literally) for good guys.
You vaguely remember one, who seemed like the perfect guy to you.
Think handsome, tall, athletic, intelligent, suave, kind, caring, considerate.....well, you get the picture.
So you set that as your golden standard.
But then as you shopped around, you come across many guys, who seem to be really nice and sweet but somehow doesn't really compare to the 'perfect guy' in your mind.
Then you meet one, the 'almost perfect guy'.
So you think, hmm, this is a really good deal, but what about the perfect guy lurking at the back of your mind?
So you pass him on.
Then you go shopping again.
But now the deals you get are not as good as the last one. Some places are even 'no-deal'.
Then you start regretting not getting the 'almost perfect deal'.
You think to yourself, that would probably the last time you could find such a good deal. No way you would come across that again, right?...
Then,
Wham!
You REALLY do come across the 19.88 again.
Tell me, would you snap the 19.88 up immediately, or would you wait some more to find the RM30-for-2?



The thing is, in real life, there is really no such thing as the perfect guy.
As kids, we started off thinking that there were princes on white horses who would come to our rescue and sweep us off our feet at the stroke of midnight. And then we would 'live happily ever after', for ever, and ever, and ever.....
Then, as teenagers, we still carry some notion of the prince, but we still keep our eyes open, and compare every guy we meet to the prince in our minds.
After that, as young adults, the image of the prince on the white horse becomes increasingly blurred in our minds, and at a certain point, we finally realise that the prince was nothing but a mere fragment of our imagination.

And then I'm thinking,
Should one day, a guy were to come up to me and ask me,
'I am not a prince. Would you still love me?'
And I would reply,
'I am not a princess either. So that makes two of us.' =)



xoxo

my happy day

And so today, is a happy day for me.

First of all is of course, getting my sem 5 EOS results yesterday.
Yes, I passed..though not exactly with flying colours.
But my results this time were better than last semester, and I'm satisfied.
This time round, I was fairly confident that I would pass all subjects, while last semester I lived in mortal fear every day fearing that I would fail something, cos I really had a shitty sem 4 EOS.
I don't know anyone else's results besides my own, and I have no plans to ask around. The last thing I want is to compare myself with others at this time. I have done my best, and for me, that is what that really matters for now.

Then,
I finished my hospital attachment today!
Honestly speaking, I actually enjoyed myself these 5 days. Saw a lot and learnt a lot. We (Szeling and I) clerked 8 cases in all, but I suppose only 7 of those could be used. The one that got away (so to speak) was a dengue case, in which some lecturers said it was allowed and others the opposite. It was actually a case of dengue shock syndrome leading to paroxysmal AF, and we thought it would make an interesting case. Oh well...

It may sound cliched, but I realised, after this attachment, that health really, after all, is wealth.
I have learnt to thank God every day for everything I have been blessed with, and not to sweat the small stuff. After all, what can be so bad, if I am still alive and kickin'? =)

We went for the beef noodles Seremban was famous for after finishing our cases. How amusing that Renyung (who is from seremban, and brought us to the shop) was also eating the noodles for the first time!

And Szeling is the best partner I can ever hope to get. I only hope that she won't be irritated by my indecisiveness and laziness, haha!

And,
I have decided to let go. To 顺其自然。
I realised that the reason why I was so upset was because I was swimming against the tide. Sedangkan there was no reason why I should do that! I should have known better. So now I just want to enjoy the process, to enjoy life as it comes along. Life should not be taken too seriously, and I do have to learn to laugh at myself more! I have to learn to see the positive side of things, and to make the most out of even seemingly impossible and ridiculous situations. It certainly is a tall order, but I shall rise to the occasion.....I hope. =)

And,
I got my sem 1 EOS results from AAD today!
So that's another burden off my mind.

And,
I borrowed 2 wonderful books from the library for the weekend.


And this pretty much sums up my good day.


I am happy.
And that is all that matters for now. =)

english

Found this piece of paper when I was cleaning up the mini (and messy) library in my home.


英文并不难。

爸爸叫‘罚的’。
妈妈叫‘骂的’。
兄弟叫‘泼辣的’。
姐妹叫‘西施的’。

鬼叫‘狗死’。
老鼠叫’猫死‘。
果汁叫’猪屎‘。
乳酪叫’气死‘。

脸叫’肥死‘。
请叫’霹雳死‘。
骂人时说“有爸死的”。 （you bast*rd)

我的英文水平“悲里耐死”吧？


My apologies to those who can't read chinese. =P

family history?

I just found out that my grandma has been taking risperidone for the past 9 years.

*Risperidone is an atypical antipsychotic, and a D2 antagonist.*

And I don't understand why she has to take it!
Aren't antipsychotics meant for schizophrenic patients?
But as far as I can see, grandma seems perfectly normal to me!

But then again, I know she has a tendency to 胡思乱想, especially during the period when my grandpa passed away. And sometimes her 胡思乱想 is really bizzare! But I shall not repeat it here.

Is this a symptom of schizophrenia? I don't know. She doesn't hallucinate nor have delusions.

On another note, one of my other relatives was also diagnosed with schizophrenia a few years ago, but now her condition is very well controlled.

So that got me thinking....

Since 2 of my second degree relatives have this illness, does that mean I'm predisposed to it as well?!
I certainly hope not. Am keeping my fingers crossed.


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Why is it SO warm in Ipoh???
I hate sweating all day long.
I hate the icky feeling of sweat and grime on my body.
I hate the steaming hot heat of my bedroom in the afternoon when I can't even take a proper nap.
I hate downing can after can of chilled soft drinks. It's making me fat. But it. is. SO. WARM!

On the other hand,

I love being around my parents again.
I love being loved and pampered.
I love having nothing to do all day long (besides watching Grey's Anatomy all day long. Spoilers: I used to think that Izzy was a lil' crazy when she saw her dead fiance and had sex with him. Now I know there's a perfectly logical explanation for it! that's all I'm gonna say, so I don't spoil the fun for those who haven't watched it yet.)

I'm worried that my not having my sem1 EOS results will affect my visa application.

I'm worried that my blur nature when it comes to these red-tape stuff (and unconsciously avoiding any dealing with things that reek of bureaucracy) will cause me to look on forlornly while my batchmates fly to Scotland. Touchwood, hopefully I won't be left behind!

I'm worried that my medical results will be late.

I'm worried because I HAVE to worry about something.
If I don't worry, I would think, what am I missing?..

I seriously have to learn how to NOT worry.


Can anyone help me?

多心

So I was just thinking about something a friend said to me some time ago.

Poring over it, and going over it round and round in my mind, actually.
You see, sometimes I have the tendency to overanalyse things, especially unimportant ones. And my PP2 paper.


And..

just at that moment, this blared from my iTunes.
你的多心很多心。。。

Talk of uncanny mind-reading abilities!
Just like that, I laughed so hard that all unhappy thoughts flew out of my mind.
And I realised I was probably just, simply, being 太多心。

Thank you, my laptop, for your timely advice.

And if you were wondering, that song is an old one of 光良品冠。
Name of song? 多心。 =)


So.
Since my laptop has been my loyal friend for a year and a half,
being with me everyday whenever i need it,
staying with me quietly when I'm happy or sad,
and not grumbling when I neglect it for EOS.

I think I should give it a name.

Everyone, say hello to Dellie.


Yeah I know it's a little unoriginal, what with my laptop being a Dell model.
But hey, if the name fits, why not? =)

Just like how a certain someone is going to go by the name Natalie in about 2 months' time.

wouldn't it be nice to..

It's during trying times like this that I wish I were born in the medieval English period.
Like, Jane Austen's times.

I think, why do I study so hard? Why must I study so hard?
Would all that I study be utilised in my future career?
Is it worth it to be stressing my head off like this, for what? a few pages of words, of information that seems oh so important now, but probably wouldn't be of use once eos is over?
My parents tell me that what I'm studying now is the basis of my future career, and I believe them, no doubt.
But IT IS JUST SO DIFFICULT, right now, for me to study what I'm supposed to study.

So, back to my Austen musings.

I would be living with my family, probably a middle class one.
We would have 2 or 3 servants (which is considered normal in those times), a cook, and a modest carriage if possible.

My days would be leisurely.
Maybe I would have a governess, but I prefer not to.
I would be able to read all day long, and discuss the books with my sisters and brothers, and I would not be obliged to undergo an exam on it.
I would be able to play the piano(forte) all day long.
I would probably need to know French, other than English, and coupled with my extensive reading, abilities to play and sing, and probably draw a little, and I would be deemed an accomplished girl. No need to torment myself with hafal-ing the whole Rang and Dale book.

My conversations could be centered on how wonderfully broiled the potatoes were for dinner, and no one would call me shallow or think me silly, because why, girls during those times were supposed, or almost expected, to be silly, and converse about minute, unimportant things.

I would probably meet a nice (rich, if possible) man and after dancing with him at a few balls, have him propose to me and we'd be engaged. No need to paktor for 5 years before even thinking about marriage. Once one falls in love, one has to be engaged then. Nothing less.

And if my husband were to make ten thousand pounds a year, he would be deemed extremely rich! We would live in a beautiful mansion with paintings hung all over the walls, footmen to wait on us, and phaetons and ponies to bring us around the grand grounds of our residence.

Of course, if he were to make only a modest sum, I wouldn't mind living in a small but comfortable parish, with a medium-sized garden.

I would keep myself busy everyday with tending to the household matters, probably cleaning and cooking and looking after the children, if any comes along, that is.

My life would be centered on making my home a confortable one, and pandering to my family's needs.

My life would be uneventful, but happy and satisfied, in a modest way.



And not struggling to stuff gazillions of drug names and information into my brain!


Of course, a dream stays a dream, eh.
besides, I can't possibly transport myself back to the 1800s to live like that.

Just that sometimes, being a 小女人takes much lesser effort.
And it would be nice to lie back and let others take the reins for a while.

For a while only, mind you! =)

of patients and being patient

So yours truly spent today (technically it's yesterday since it's past 12am now) in the company of sickness, disease, and doctors.

ie, I went for my hospital attachment la!

The one thing I learnt, or realised, from this attachment, was how easy it could be to lose oneself in the humdrum daily life of treating diseases, and consequently lose sight of the most important thing: the patient.

Somehow it seemed to me there was an unspoken rule that once patients stepped inside the doors of a (cough*government*cough) hospital, he had signed a contract to relinquish all rights to his body, and to his feelings.

I was somewhat disturbed by the fact that everyone else in the ward seemed to be of importance, including the (obviously) doctors, nurses, and yet-to-be-seen pharmacists. Except for one glaring omission: the patients themselves!

Imagine this.
You're the poor patient who had the bad luck to be chosen as the case study of one of the many medical students infiltrating the hospital you're lying in. 'Your student' comes to you, with 7 or 8 other students, and a lecturer. He presents his case (that's you!), what happened to you, what the diagnosis, and what is going to happen to you. Unfortunately you don't understand half of what he's saying, and somewhere along the road you catch a word or two that you DO understand. But the word doesn't sound good...in fact, it sounds bad, even to your layman ears. Just when you're starting to wonder if there's something the doctors are NOT telling you, the lecturer gives orders to the group of students to press on your chest and prod your stomach. One by one, they come up to you, and without making eye contact, they probe and prod your body, exposed and open for all to see. You feel some pain, but you're reluctant to say anything lest it starts yet another round of probing and prodding. Then, the lecturer gives your chest a final prod, and proudly announces the answer to a question you weren't even aware of, to all the students. You feel tired and want to sleep. But the people around you seem not to be aware of this fact, despite you yawning, lying down and closing your eyes. The never-ending voices go on still, and at a certain point, you feel your gown lifted up, to be given yet another prod. You decide to ignore this, and continue to close your eyes hoping they'd go away. But they don't....and so you fall asleep amidst the chatter.

Then, two people, obviously students (and you're starting to wonder by now, are there more students in this building than patients anyway?!) come up to your bed, and start copying and muttering to themselves. You don't know what they want. Then suddenly, as if remembering something, they say they are pharmacy students. PHARMACY?! you think. AREN'T MEDICAL STUDENTS ENOUGH TROUBLE FOR ONE DAY?! You want to go back to sleep, but it is difficult for you to do so when you're aware that there are people standing in front of you, and you're afraid they'll laugh at you if you start to snore and sleep with your mouth open with saliva dribbling down the side of your mouth. So you stare at them, and they stare back at you. You don't know what to do. Look at them cannot, sleep also cannot. You hope they would go away quickly, but they stand in front of your bed for the next two hours. Then your lunch comes, and you eat. But as they're still copying the papers, the stare at you eating. And you would swear you saw one of them swallow hard, and stare hard at your food like he was going to snatch it from you. You continue eating as fast as you can. Fortunately, they leave you after a few minutes. You slump back on the bed, lunch forgotten. And you think to yourself, why is it more difficult to be sick than it is to be healthy!


Okay. No offence to any medical students or doctors reading this. I understand the roles and responsibilities you have, and I have no problem with that. I know you're just doing your job, and that, in this case, is to keep the patients alive, kicking and healthy.

I just couldn't help feeling sorry for the poor patients.
And I swore to myself, I would either take care of my body well and live a long and healthy life; or die an early death to avoid being put in a hospital.

Of course, I am also aware that I have to visit hospitals to have babies, but that is another story for another day.

I have no problems working in a hospital as a pharmacist. I just don't want to be in the hospital as a patient.


And today, as I stepped into the wards for the first time, I had this sudden urge to cry.
Why?
I felt so sorry for all the poor souls lying there, helpless, ill, and feeling like sh*t.
I feel sorry that they have to go through all this pain.
I feel sorry for them because I know some of them are not going to make it through the week.


Oh well.
Hopefully I get over these feelings by the time I graduate.
If not takken I cry everyday I go to work meh?

new year resolutions, a little late

...but better late than never, right?

1. I shall not let other people's emotions affect my own.
Because people cannot make me feel a certain way unless I allow them to. Eleanor Roosevelt put it this way: "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." I will not be irritated when someone irritates me; I will not feel angry when someone does something to make me; I will choose to be happy every single day. Yeah right.

2. I shall not worry about 'what people think of me'.
People's lives do not revolve around me. They have their own issues, their own insecurities, their own troubles. No one probably cares if I say something stupid, or fall down in front of the class. I shall not fret even when I realise my mascara is smudged or my face is oily and I was talking to a cute guy without knowing that I look like a racoon who fell into an oil tank. Life is too precious to be wasted on thinking "what do people think of me?" Because, more often than not, they don't even think about you. Really.

3. I shall do my best and leave the rest to Him.
There is only so much I can study and do in a limited amount of time. If I have given my best I shall have no regrets, and I can face Him with dignity, rest assured that I have not let Him down, even if my EOS results suck like a vacuum.

4. I shall stop harping on my body and weight issues.
If I exercise regularly and eat healthily, and my thighs still resemble tree trunks and my belly a balloon, I shall still be happy and not complain incessantly to my poor housemate. And to anyone else who would listen. I will think of myself as beautiful, even if I don't have large Bambi eyes, Elizabeth Taylor's arched nose, and Gisele Bundchen's body.

5. I shall praise more and criticize less.
Because no one likes to be criticized, and who doesn't love people who appreciate them? Of course I will not praise for the sake of praising. I shall learn to see the good in others, and less of their faults. Because for every fault that one has, there are ten more good points in them. So wouldn't it be easier for me to spot those ten rather than the one measly (and perhaps unimportant) fault?

6. I shall stop worrying so much about my 'popularity'.
Because I cannot expect everyone to love me to bits. Because I know I have a 'fierce' face. Because I don't make funny jokes when in company. So I cannot expect to be popular like those who do all of the above. But I will still be happy because I have a bunch of great friends who love me for who I am.

7. I shall make my own decisions.
And not be influenced by others. Because I am my own master. Or mistress.

8. I shall stop complaining about not having a boyfriend.
Or better, I shall stop trying to find a boyfriend. 是你的，就是你的。勉强没幸福。

9. I shall sleep early and rise early.
I have recently started to love mornings more. The fresh cool morning air, the chirp of birds. And the sight of old ladies doing taichi in front of Vista B1 makes me happy. Besides, I'll never have to worry about not waking up in time if I wake early, right?

10. I shall be happy.
Enough said.


Difficult enough, I daresay? But certainly not unattainable. Because there is no 'perfect' world, only an ideal one. And it is up to us to create our own ideal world, and not anyone else. Not our friends, not our boyfriends (or girlfriends), not our parents, not our EOS results. Just ourselves.

Of scents and memories

So I was reading this book about emotional intelligence, which mentioned that certain traumatic events become imprinted on our cells, and if we ever come across a trigger that resembles that disturbing event we get the same flood of physiological and emotional responses.

Fortunately I have yet to come across such traumatic situations, but I can vouch for the fact that certain scents can trigger specific memories. It happens to me all the time.

Mostly, these scents comprise perfumes I own, but of course there are some others too.

For instance, the smell of Johnson's Baby Bedtime Bath (the one with the purple bottle) floods me with memories of my National Service days. It was the only shower gel I used throughout the 3 months I spent there. I think about the days where I have to lug a huge pail, filled with water from the common kolam, into one of the toilets with cement floors and walls to bath. The carrying of the super heavy pail probably wreaked havoc on my spine and arm muscles, but I didn't much like to bath at the kolam. Open as I was, bathing in a group still made me feel a little uncomfortable. There was another time, as I rushed to the bathroom as soon as I came back from a sweaty kawat session to shower, I heard a voice blast over the loudspeakers telling us...no, demanding us, to berkumpul at the common hall AT ONCE! If not, the trainers will personally come to drag us out! (*repeat many times, with increasing intensity and volume. I never knew why military people like to shout so much.*) And I was in my birthday suit, all wet and soapy! Only God knows how flustered and nervous I was as I rushed to finish showering and rush to the hall at once. And I was just in time, for the trainers bolted and locked all the doors to the hall, trapping us inside. I learnt afterwards that they wanted to check all our bags in our absence as someone had lost something, I can't remember what it was. To think how many brain cells were killed when I zoomed at top speed from the bathhouse to my tent (to dump my clothes and bath things) and then to the hall. Sweat!

The Body Shop's Oceanus reminds me of my Hong Kong trip, it was the only fragrance I wore throughout the whole journey. When I put it on again, I am transported back to those lovely days, especially of the day when I stood at the Victoria harbour gawking at the Symphony of Lights. I remember the cool breeze that blew after the misty rain, and how the seats were wet and I had to stand throughout the concert. And I remember too that it was the first day of my period, so it was difficult for me to stand for such a long time. I'm sometimes surprised at how minutely I am able to remember events!...but sadly not drug names or their mechanisms.

Another fragrance from The Body Shop is the Beleaf scent, which I wore all through my INTEC days. I see myself in my punggung-tutup-ing jacket and jeans, and relive the moments when we had to rush and pek for the bus which came oh-so-infrequently. Those days brought with them their fair share of memories, the friends I had, and the seemingly difficult days where study made up the bulk of our days and everything else was sidelined. I remember the happy days more vividly than the rest, like how much fun we had preparing for the Merchant of Venice play, how I got UTI right before my badminton match (and thought it was appendicitis, silly me), and of course the friendships sealed in the boundaries of that dreaded place we called home for 2 full years.

My BCBG Nature fragrance makes me think of exams, because that is the only scent I wear to those horrid events. I think of it as my 'lucky' scent, since I won that fragrance in a magazine contest. Somehow it gives me the confidence I need to face my exams, and puts me in the mood to concentrate on my papers. At one point I wore it to school to increase my chances of meeting my crush, and somehow I do always seem to bump into him when I wear that scent! =P Whether it really makes me luckier, I don't know...it's probably a placebo effect, but hey if it works, why not?


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And that is enough reminiscing for a day.

I know I have committed a major criminal offence by failing to update for 3 weeks. 3 weeks! Oh dear. If I were getting revenues from my blog, I would probably have people exploding at me and threatening me to f***ing blog or else they'll chop off my head or something. Actually I'm somewhat confused..and a little flattered, truth be told. Even with my extremely long blogging hiatus, there're still more than a hundred good souls trawling this site each week. Which makes me feel guilty for disappointing all of you, all this while. I have somehow fallen into a comfortable lull of not writing, even though my days aren't really that busy. I suppose the lack of blog-able topics is partly to blame, nothing really interesting happens in my life nowadays. But I'm not complaining. It feels good to wake up and slowly unfurl myself from the bedsheets, rest assured that nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen today. To me, it's a luxury to have everything go according to plan, and it feels good. It gives me a sense of security.

Actually I have a few plots for short stories in my head these past few weeks, but I just have been too lazy to put these plots to print. And the other (ambitious) side of me is telling me to not blog these stories cos I won't be able to publish them in my (currently fictitious) novel in the future. Yeah right, as if anyone would want to pay money to buy stories that came out of my brain! The very idea seems impossible...but I have been toying with the idea of writing my own book ever since I was 18, I even started a novel during my 8 months' break but somehow never got beyond the first chapter. Proof of my extreme indolence when no deadlines are due!


Ooh. That's a lot of words for a post. I shall call it a day.

Good luck to all my batchmates for next monday's test!


Till then,

xoxo

CNY musings

The chinese new year is not a time for me. It never was.

As a kid, I never enjoyed CNY, not even the angpau part. Somehow I always felt more embarrased than happy when receiving angpaus, though now I am better able to appreciate them, in light of the recession. Not because I'd have more money to spend, but because I am thankful for their well-wishes that come with the little red packet, and thankful for the angpau givers, that they are still able to afford giving out angpaus in these hard times. I feel relieved that my relatives and my parents' friends are still doing reasonably well to be able to afford CNY. I've heard of worse.

Cloudy, rainy days always makes me emo.
And today, chor chat, is a cloudy day in Vista.

I am emo-ing because my parents have just left me in Vista to return to Ipoh. I'm already missing them and they have only just left! That's why I don't like going home. Cos I always feel like shit when I have to come back to KL. I feel like I've been dug up, roots and all, literally. I feel sad. I feel like crying. Or maybe I'm pms-ing. I don't know.

I am emo-ing because it is becoming clearer that time is ticking. Fast. My uncles and aunts are growing older and my cousins are already holding their firstborns in their arms. Another cousin almost my age is getting married soon. My kiddy cousins are already in secondary school. One of my relatives just passed on. I didn't get to meet my closest cousin this CNY cos she's in Leeds this year. Everyone and everything is changing so fast I can't even keep up! I'm overwhelmed by the changes that are happening, whatever happened to those good old days?

*to digress a little: I really admire my cousin, one of the two who gave birth last year. She and her husband were a couple since their high school days and they have been going out for what, 10 years? I think she's around 26 or 27 this year. She was his first love, and he her first. I love it that they are still so much in love even after so many years of being together. I have always envied couples that started when they were still in school, it feels so much more innocent that way. They are not concerned about how much money their partner makes, how big their partner's car or house is, and how high their position in the company. It's like, they're together simply because they love each other. They're there because they want to be there. Not that I'd only accept a CEO for a future husband, but I feel somehow as we grow older, the innocence that once was, gets lost in the churn of our daily lives, one way or other. If you met someone in school that you could really consider your soulmate, as I see it, you probably can consider it equivalent to striking the lottery, 10 times over.


And of course, I'm emo-ing because I have gained 1kg over CNY! Dang!


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Alright then, lest you become emo after reading all that, here's a little something from our CNY conversations that got stuck in my head. If you can, read this out loud, it sounds better that way.

问：你是辩论员哦？那你是主辩，一辩，二辩，还是结辫？
答：大便。


问：哎哟讲好来啦。你是主辩，一辩，二辩，还是结辫？
答：随便。


Enjoy the remaining 8 days of CNY peeps! =)
xoxo